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“ONE MILLION LEAGUE
FOR MANITOBA.”
The purposes of the “Million for
Manitoba League" are set out in the
fact that Manitoba wants more peo
ple. Today the population is less than
five hundred thousand, and the de
termination of the representative men
of the Province to devote their best
energies to increasing this to a mil
lion is a worthy one. There is already
a widespread interest in every munic
ipality; committees are appointed,
whose duties are to secure such a
thorough knowledge of local condi
tions that, whether the applicant for
information be a laborer for the farm,
a would-be tenant, a probable home
steader, the buyer of a small improved
farm or the purchaser of a large tract
for colonizing farmers, the Informa
tion is at hand, free.
The advantages that Manitoba pos
sesses are many, and with the ex
ploitation that will be given them by
the birth of this new acquisition to
the settlement and Immigration prop
aganda that Is being carried on by
the Dominion Government, there is no
doubt that the establishment of the
bureau will very soon bring '.bout the
results looked for. Manitoba Is prac
tically the gateway of the great grain
belt of the West. Its farm lands
have demonstrated time and again
that they have a yielding value that
practically makes them worth over
one hundred dollars per acre. Added
to the yielding value of the land, there
Is an increased value on account of
its nearness to markets, and the mat
ter of freight rates is carefully con
sidered by the cautious buyer. But
the information more valuable to the
incoming settler is that it still has an
Immense amount of vacant fertile land
open for homesteads. This dispels the
idea that free homesteads in Manitoba
are about exhausted. In addition to
this, the territory recently added to
the Province wBl open up a home
steading area which when filled
shou’d fully satisfy the “Million for
Manitoba League.” Within the old
boundaries there is an area of 47,360.-
000 acres. less than six million acres
of the 16% million acres occupied be
ing under cultivation. At present there
are over 20 million acres of available
land capable of being put under the
plough. If in every one of the 195,000
vacant quarter sections of the Prov
ince an average family of four persons
were placed, there would be added a
rural population of nearly 800,000. So
there is room for additional hundreds
of thousands on the farms of Mani
toba, without any possibility of con
gestion. The population per mile in
lowa is 39.4, in Minnesota it is 23.5.
That in Manitoba is only 7.1.
A glance at the map, copies of which
wi;l be forwarded upon application to
anv Canadian Government Agent,
shows that Manitoba is wonderfully
well supplied with railways. There
are hut few farms that are more than
ten or twelve miles from a railway
line: elevators are convenient, and
markets are always good. The grow
ing of grain, while a big feature in
the Inducements held out. Is w r ell re
enforced by the great possibilities that
exist In all portions of the Province,
for the raising of stock, for dairying,
for hogs, and for a successful class of
mixed farming, and what gives addi
tional interest is the fact that there
is so much land In the Province open
for free homesteading that Improved
farms In almost all of the 98 munici
palities can be purchased at very low
figures. Many of the owners of these
have made sufficient upon which to re
tire and are becoming residents of the
cities. In addition to the export mar
ket for the produce of the farm, Man
itoba has a number of large cities and
towns providing a splendid local mar
ket. Truck" and garden farming are
highly profitable branches. Winnipeg
is a city bordering on 200,000. Bran
don is a splendid centre, Portage la
Prairie is the hub of an excellent dis
trict, and Yorkton, Minnedosa, Dau
phin, Morden, Manltou and a dozen
other towns are important help as con
sumers.
The Dominion and Provincial immi
gration officials are working in strong
sympathy with the “Million for Mani
toba League.” and in addition to tae
general literature sent out by the Gov
ernment, the League has prepared
pamphlets giving useful and concise
information, which on addressing the
Secretary, Million League, Winnipeg.
Manitoba, will he forwarded free.
The Child, Father of the Man.
The late Thomas 11. Reed, when a
lad. was requested to bail out a small
boat that had been leaking badly, and
was almost full of water.
“I can't do it,” replied Tom. “It’s
unconstitutional.”
“What do you mean?” inquired the
owner of the boat.
“The constitution of the United
States says," replied the future states
man, “that ‘excessive bail shall not be
required' of any man.” —Youth's Com
panion.
Unappreciative.
“Ha!” mused Noah, as he looked
upon the flood from one of the win
dows of the Ark, “the folks who jeered
at me for building this vessel, laugh
ed at me when I told them It was the
original water wagon, but they would
have fared better had they appreci?ted
in time the dry wit of my little
Joke.”
To be sweet arc! clean, every worn
an should use Paxtine in sponge bath
ijg. It eradicates perspiration and
all other Irvdy odors. At druggists.
23c a box or sent postpaid on receipt of
price by The Paxton Toilet Cos., Bos
ton, Mass.
The Exception.
“In one respect, a man is unlike a
conflagration."
“What Is that?”
“When they put him out he is full
of fire.’
Use Allen’s Foot-Ease
[ra&'he nntisi-pttc powder to be shaken in*o
tor itred, ♦en.tor. smarting. e!t-
feet. It m.iaos >nn feet toe!
' walking : lh '
“f-c. For tree tru! '.eksg'.
\".:. 1 e Hi'}, V \
Professional Bias.
because our weather man
L'd in local o>
ain.
a cut stops when
spiled. It heals
rs. Sc and 30c by
ample write to
River Falls, Wls,
ced that about
is to feel com
a candidate for
a muddy complex
treeten the temper.
may have its
SYNOPSIS.
Enid Maitland, a frank, free and un
spoiled young Philadelphia girl, is taken
to the Colorado mountains by her uncle,
Robert Maitland. James Armstrong,
Maitland’s protege, falls in love with her.
His persistent wooing thrills the girl, but
she hesitates, and Armstrong goes east
on business without a definite answer.
Enid hears the story of a mining engi
neer, Newbold, whose wife fell oft a cliff
and was so seriously hurt that he was
compelled to shoot her to prevent tier be
ing eaten by wolves while he went for
help. Kirk by, the old guide who tells the
ntory, gives Enid a package of letters
which he says were found on the dead
woman’s body. She reads the letters and
at Klrkby’s request keeps them. While
bathing In mountaing streata Enid is at
tacked by a bear, which is mysteriously
shot. A storm adds to the girl’s terror.
A sudden deluge transform brook Into
raging torrent, which sweeps Enid into
gorge, where she is rescued by a moun
tain hermit after a thrilling experience.
Campers in great confusion upon diarov
ing Enid's absence when the storm
breaks. Maitland and Old Kirkhy go In
search of the girl. Enid discovers that
her ankle Is sprained and that she Is un
able to walk. Her mysterious rescuer
carries her to his camp. Enid goes to
sleep In the strange man's bunk.
CHAPTER X.—(Continued.)
Have you ever climbed a mountain
early in the morning while it was yet
dark and ha mg gained some domi
nant crest stood staring at the far
horizon, the empurpled east, while the
“dawn came up like thunder?" Or
better still, have you ever stood with
in the coll, dark recesses of some
deep valley of river or pass and
watched the clear light spread its
bars athwart the heavens like nebu
lous mighty pinions along the light
touched crest of a towering range, un
til all of a sudden, with a leap almost
of joy, the great sun blazed in the
high horizon?
You might be born a child of the
dark, and light might sear and burn
your eye balls accustomed to cooler
deeper shades, yet you could no more
turn away from this glory, though you
might hate it, than by mere effort of
will you could cease to breathe the
air. The shock that you might feel,
Ihe sudden surprise, is only faintly sug
gestive of the emotions in the breast
of this man.
Once long ago the gentlest and ten
derest of voices called from the dark
to the light, the blind. And it is given
to modern science and to modern skill
sometimes to emulate that godlike
achievement. Perhaps the surprise,
the amazement, the bewilderment, of
him who having been blind doth now
see, If we can imagine it not having
been in the case ourselves, will be a bet
ter guide to the understanding of this
man's emotion when this woman came
suddenly into his lonely orbit. His
eyes were opened although he would
not know it. He fought dowu his new
consciousness and would have none of
it. Yet it was there. He loved her!
With what joy did Selkirk welcome
the savage sharer of his solitude! Sup
pose she had been a woman o. his own
race; had she been old, withered, hid
eous, he must have loved her on the
instant, much more if she were young
and beautiful. Tie thing was inev
itable. Such passions are born. God
forbid that we should deny it. In the
busy haunts of men where women are
as plenty as blackberries, to use Fal-
|i ''] if ' '
He Stared From One to the Other.
staff's simiie, and where a man may
sometimes choose between a hundred,
or a thousand, such loves are boru, for
ever.
A voice in the night, a face in the
street, a whispered word, the touch
of a hand, the answering thm'!) of an
other heart —and behold! two walk to
gether where before each walked
alone. Sometimes the man or the wom
an who is born again of love knows It
not, refuses to admit it, refuses to
recognize It. Some birth pain must
awaken the consciousness of the new
life.
JAPANESE SILK IS REVIVED
Chemical Process Has Discov
ered That Strengthens the Fabric
and Facilitates Spinning.
According to the North China Daily
News the ladies of America and Eu
rope are to have the restoration of the
popular Japanese silk fabrics in large
supply and greater beauty tban ever
before. It is claimed that an expert
connected wltL the Fuji Spinning com
pany has discovered a chemical proc-
If those things are true and possi
ble under every day conditions and
to ordinary meo and women, how
much more to this solitary. He had
seen this woman, white breasted like
the foam, rising as the ancient god
dress from the Paphian sea. Over that
recollection, as he was a gentleman
and a Christian, he would fain draw a
curtain, before it erect a wall. He
must not dwell upon that fact, he
would not Unger over that moment.
Yet he could not forget it.
Then he had seen her lying prone,
yet unconsciously graceful in her aban
donment, on the sward; be had caught
a glimpse of her white face desperate
ly uptOßsed by the rolling water; he
had looked Into the unfathomable
depth of her eyes at that moment
when she had awakened in his arms
after such a struggle as had taxed his
manhood and almost broken his heart;
he had carried her unconsciously,
ghastly white with her pain-drawn
face, stumbling desperately over the
rocks in the beating rain to this, his
home. There he had held that poor,
bruised slender little foot in his hand,
gently, skilfully treating it, when he
longed to press his lips passionately
upon it Last of all he had looked
into her face, warmed with the red
light of the fire, searched her weary
eyes almost like blue pools, in whose
depths there yet lurked life and light,
while her golden hair tinged crim
son by the blaze lay on the white pil
low —and he loved her. God pity him,
fighting against fact and admission of
it, yet how could he help it?
He had loved once before in his life,
with the fire of youth and spring, but
it was not like this. He did not rec
ognize this new passion in any light
from the past; therefore he would not
admit it. Hence, he did not under
stand it. But he saw and admitted
and understood enough to know that
the past was no longer the supreme
subject in his life, that the present
rose higher, bulked larger and hid
more and more of his far-off horizon.
He fe’t like a knave and a traitor,
as if he had been base, disloyal, false
to his ideal, recreant to his remem
brance. Was he indeed a true man?
Did he have that rugged strength, that
abiding faith, that eternal conscious
ness, that lasting affection, beside
which the rocky paths he often trod
were things transient, perishable, ev
anescent? Was he a weakling that he
fell at the first sight of another
woman?
He stopped his ceaseless pace for
ward and backward, and stopped near
that frail and futile door. She was
there and there was none to prevent.
His hand sought the latch.
What was he about to do? God for
bid that a thought he could not freely
share with humanity should enter his
brain then. He held all women sacred,
and so he had ever done, and*this
woman in her loneliness, in her help
lessness, iu her weakness, trebly ap
pealed to him. But he would look
upon her, he would fain see if she
were there, if It were all not a dream,
the creation of his disordered imagin-
ation.
Men had gone mad in hermitages in
the mountains, they had been driven
insane in lonely oases in vast des
erts; and they had peopled their soli
tude with men and women. Was this
some work’ug of a disordered brain, too
too much turned upon itself and with
too tremendous a pressure upon it.
producing an illusion? Was there in
truth any woman there? He would
raise the latch and open the door and
look. Once more the hand went stealth
ily to the latch.
The woman slept quietly on. No thin
ess which will be a great boon to the
spinners and also to the admirers of
Japanese silk.
While Japanese sericulture was yet
in a p; Imitlve condition no chemical
was used to soften the cocoon before
it was spun into thread. Later the
spinner succeeded in getting out &
thin, soaplike substance, which ful
filled the lor.g-felt want with some
success; but the difficulty was that it
weakened the ■fabric and took away
-.be natural luster. Thus Japanese silk
has been steadily losing the popularity
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barricade easily unlocked or easily
broken protected her. Something in
tangible, yet stronger than the thick
est, the most rigid bars of steel guard
ed her; something unseen, indescrib
able, but so unmistakable when jt
throbs in the breast of those who de
pend on it feel that their dependence
is not in vain watched over her.
Cherishing no evil thought, the man
had power to gratify his desire which
might yet bear a sinister construction
should it be observed. It was her pri
vacy he was invading. She had trust
ed to him, she had said so, to his hon
or, and that stood her in good stead.
His honor! Not in five years had he
heard the word or thought the thing,
but he had not forgotten it. She had
not appealed to an unreal thing; upon
that her trust was based. His hand
left the latch, It fell gently, he drew
back and turned away trembling, a
conqueror who mastered himself. He
was awake to the truth again.
What had he been about to do? Pro
fane, uninvited, the sanctity of her
chamber, violate the hospitality of his
own house? Even with a proper mo
tive, imperil Ills self-respect, shatter
her trust, endanger that honor which
so suddenly became a part of him on
demand? She would not probably
know; she could never know unless
she awoke. What of that? That an
cient honor of his life and race rose
like a mountain whose scarped face
cannot be scaled.
He fell back with a swift turn, a
feeling almost womanly; and more
men, perhaps, if they lived in fem
inine isolation, as seif-centered as
women are so often by necessity,
would be as feminine as their sisters —
influenced him, overcame him. His
hand went to his hunting shirt. Nerv
ously he tore it open; he grasped a
bright object that hung against his
breast. -As he did so, the thought came
to him that not before in five years
had he been for a moment uncon
scious of the pressure of that locket
over his heart, but now that this oth
er had come, he had to seek for it to
find it.
The man dragged it out, held it in
his hand and opened it. He held it so
tightly that it almost gave beneath
the strong grasp of his strong hand.
From a nehrby box he drew another
object with his other hand. He took
the tw'o to the light, the soft light of
the candle upon the table, and stared
from one to the other with eyes brim
ming.
Like crystal gazers, he saw other
things than those presented to the
casual vision. He heard other sounds
than the beat of the rain upon the
roof, the roar of the wind down the
canon. A voice that he had sworn
he would never forget, but which, God
forgive him, had not now the clearness
that it might have had yesterday,
whispered awful words to him.
Anon he looked into another face.
red, too, with no hue from the hearth
or leaping flame, hut red with the
blood of ghastly wounds. He heard
again that report, the roar louder and
more terrible than any peal of thun
der that rived the clouds above his
head and made the mountains quake
and tremble. He was conscious again
of the awful stillness of death that su
pervaded. He dropped on his knees,
buried his face in his hands where
they rested on picture and locket on
the rude table.
Ah, the past died hard, for a mo
ment he was the lover of old—remorse,
passionate expiation, solitude—he and
the dead together—the world and the
living forgot! He would not be
false, he would be true, there was no
power in any feeble woman's tender
hand to drive him off his course, to
shake his purpose, to make him anew,
another man. Oh, Vanitas, Van
itatum!
On the other side of the door the
unconscious woman slept quietly on.
The red firelight died away, the glow
ing coals sank into gray ash. Within
the other room the cold dawn stealing
through the unshaded window looked
upon a field of battle —death, wounds,
triumphs, defeats —portrayed upon one
poor human face, upturned as some
times victors and vanquished alike up
turn stark faces from the field to the
God above who maj pity but who has
not intervened.
So Jacob may have looked after
that awful night when he wrestled un
til the day broke, with the angel, and
would not let him go until he blessed
him, walking, forever after with halt
ing step as memorial, but with hiß
blessing earned. Hath this man's bless
ing won or not? And must he pay
for it if he hath achieved it?
And all the while the woman slept
| quietly upon the other side of that
door.
CHAPTER XI.
The Log Hut In the Mountains.
What aw akened the woman she did
not know; in all probability it was
the bright sunlight streaming through
the narrow window before her. The
cabin was so placed that the sun did
not strike fairly into the room until
it" was some hours high, consequently
she had her long sleep out entirely un
disturbed. The man had made no ef
fort whatever to awaken her What
ever tasks he had performed since day
break had been so silently accomplish
ed that she had not been aware of
them.
So soon as he could do so, he had left
the cabin and was now busily engaged
in his daily duties outside the cabin
and beyond earshot. He knew that
sleep was the very best medicine for
her. and it was best that she should
It once enjoyed and its market has
from time to time been encroached
upon by the Italian product.
Mr. Inouye has now hit upon a meth
od of strengthening the elasticity and
strength of the fabric, and at the
same time greatly facilitating the
spinnipg into thread. One more bene
St from this process will be that man
ufacturers will be able to obtain 15
per cent, more produce than by ’.be
cld-fashioced way.
Furthermore, the new substance has
an antigerm and anticorrodiDg effect,
not be disturbed until in her own good
time she awoke.
The clouds had emptied themselves
during the night, and the wind had
at last died away toward morning, and
now there was a great calm abroad in
the land. The sunlight was dazzl'ng.
Outside, where the untempered rays
beat full upon the crests of the moun
tains, It was doubtless warm, but with
in the cabin it was chilly. The fire
had long since burned completely
away, and he had not entered the room
to replenish It. Yet Enid Maitland had
lain snug and warm under her blan
ket. She presently tested her wound
ed foot, by moving it gently, and dis
covered agreeably that it was much
less painful than she had anticipated.
The treatment the night before had
been very successful.
She did not get up immediately, but
the coldness of the room struck her so
soon as she got out of bed. Upon her
first awakening she was hardly con
scious of her situation; her slrep had
been too long and too heavy, and her
awakering too gradual for any sud
den appreciation of the new condition.
It was not until she had stared around
the walls of the rude cabin for some
time, that she realized where she was
and what had happened. When she
did so she arose at once.
Her first impulse was to call. Never
in her life had she felt such death
like stillness. Even in the camp al
most always there had been a whis
per of breeze through the pine trees,
or the chatter of water over the rocks.
But here there were no pine trees and
no sound of rushing brook came to
her. It was almost painful. She was
keen to dress and go out of the house.
She stood upon the rude puncheon
floor on one foot, scarcely able yet to
bear even the lightest pressure upon
the other. There were her clothes on
chairs and tables before the fireplace.
Such had been the heat thrown out by
that huge blaze that a brief inspec
tion convinced her that everything
was thoroughly dry. Dry or wet, she
must needs put them on, since they
were all she had. She noticed that
there were no locks on the doors, and
she realized that the only protection
she had was the sense of decency and
the honor of the man. That she had
been allowed her sleep unmolested
made her the more confident on that
account.
She dressed hastily, although it was
the work of some difficulty in view of
her wounded foot, and of the stiff con
dition of her rough, dried apparel.
Presently she was completely clothed,
save for that disrobed foot. With the
big clumsy bandages upon It, she could
not draw her stocking over it, and even
if she succeded in that, she could in
no way make shift to put on her boot.
The situation was awkward, the pre
dicament annoying. She was wearing
bloomers and a short skirt for her
mountain climbing, and she did not
know quite what to do. She thought of
tearing up one of the rough, unbleach
ed sheets and wrapping it around her
leg, but she hesitated as to that. It
was very trying. Otherwise, she would
have opened the door and stepped out
into the open air. Now she felt her
self virtually a prisoner.
She had been thankful that no one
had disturbed her, but now she wished
for the man. In her helplessness she
thought of his resourcefulness with
eagerness. The man, however, did not
appear, and there was nothing for her
to do but to wait for him. Taking one
of the blankets from the bed, she sat
down and drew it across her knees and
took stock of the room.
The cabin was built o'f logs, the
room was large, perhaps 12 by 20 feet,
with one side completely taken up by
the stone fireplace; there were two
windows, one on either side of the
outer door, which opened toward the
southwest. The walls were unplaster
ed save in the chinks between the
rough hewn logs of which it was made.
Over the fireplace and around on one
side ran a rude shelf covered with
books. She had no opportunity to ex
amine them, although later she would
become familiar with every one of
them.
Into the walls on the other side
were driven wooden pegs; from some
of them hung a pair of snow shoes, a
heavy Winchester rifle, fishing tackle
and other necessary wilderness para
phernalia. On the puncheon floor wolf
and bear skins were spread. In one
corner against the wall again were
piled several splendid pairs of horns
from the mountain sheep.
The furniture consisted of the jingle
bed or berth in which she had slept,
built against the wall in one of the
corners, a rude table on which were
writing materials and some books.
A row of curtained shelves, evidently
made of small boxes and surmounted
by a mirror, occupied another space.
There were two or three chairs, the
handiwork of the owner, comfortable
enough in spite of their rude construc
tion. On some other pe 0 s hung a
slicker and a sou’wester, a fur over
coat, a fur cap and other rough clothes;
a pair of heavy boots stood by the
fireplace. On another shelf there were
a number of acientiflc instruments, the
j nature of which she could not deter
i mine, although she could see that they
! were fill in a beautiful state of pres
| ervatlon.
There w as plenty of rude comfort in
i the room, which w as excessively man
! nish. In fact, there was nothing any
where which in any way spoke of the
: existence of woman—except a picture
|in a small, rough, wooden frame which
! stood on the table before which she
sat dewn. The picture was of a hand
! some woman —naturally Enid Maitland
saw that before anything else. She
and will not injure the hands of oper
atives. Some time ago an American
is reported to have discovered a chem
ical compound which would preserve
silk; and this is said to be something
simhar in composlTion to the Japanese
invention.
Feeding a Convalescent Child.
When my small son was convales
cing from a recent illness the doctor
ordered hot gruels, broths, etc., and
I realized that It would require some
finesse to get him to take them.
would not have been a woman If that
had not engaged her attention more
forcibly than any other fact in the
room. She picked it up and studied
it long and earnestly, quite uncon
scious of the reason for her interest,
and yet a certain uneasy feeling might
have warned her of what was toward
in her bosom.
This young woman had not yet had
time to get her bearings. She had not
been able to realize all the circum
stances of her adventure. So soon as
she did so she would know that into
her life a man had come, and what
ever the course of that life might be
in the future, he would never again
be out of It.
It was therefore with mingled and
untranslatable emotions that she stud
ied this picture. She marked with a
He Caught It Up .'ddick!/.
certain resentment the bold beauty
quite apparent, despite the dim fading
outlines of a photograph never very
good. So far as she could discern, the
woman was dark haired and dark eyed
—her direct antithesis! The casual
viewer would have found little of fault
in the presentment, but Enid Mait
land's eyes were sharpened by what,
pray? At any rate, she decided that
the woman was of a rather coarse
fiber, that, in things finer and higher
she would be found wanting. She was
such a woman, so the girl reasoned
acutely, as might inspire a passionate
affection in a strong hearted, reckless
youth, but whose charms being large
ly physical, would pall in 'onger and
more intimate association; a danger
ous rival in a charge, but not so for
midable in a steady campaign.
These thoughts were the result of
long and earnest inspection, and it
was with some reluctance fiat the girl
at last put the photograph aside and
looked toward the door. She was hun
gry, ravenously so. She began to be
a little alarmed, and had just about
They Had Plenty of Ciubs
Postmaster of Cherrydale Village
Names Over Its Various Organi
zations for the Stranger.
“I suppose that your town Is almost
too small for the club movement to
have affected it much. A town of
only eight hundred inhabitants seldom
has many clubs, I believe.” raid the
stranger within the gates of Cherry
dale to tae postmaster.
“Well, we ain’t clubbed to death as
some places seem to be, but when you
come to count 'em up we got consia
erable many clubs for a town of our
size. We got a Woman’s Club o’ two
hundred members, an' a \ illage Im
provement Club, an’ a Ladies Social
Club, an' a Friday Afternoon Club, an’
a big Choral Club, an' a Current
Events Club, an 'a Library Club, an’ a
Dit kens Club, an’ a Thought an'
Work Club, an' a Art Club, an’ a
mixed club that calls Itself the 1 rog
re*s Club, an' a Dancing Club. an|
five whist clubs an’ a Euchre Club, an’
a Saturday Night Club. Then the W.
C. T. U., an’ the Odd Fellows, an' the
masons, an’ Knights o Phythias. an
the D. A. R, an’ the G. A. R., an the
Ancient Order o’ Hibernians, an’ the
Eastern Stars, an’ the Sons o' Tem
p’rance arf the Christian Endeavorers
all have societies here, an' they are
tryin’ to start a Y M. C. A., an' a ’i
W. C. A Then with the Grange, an’
the Boys’ Brigaae, an’ five churches,
an’ some Boy Scouts, an a Lend a
Hand Society, an’ a Handicraft So
ciety, an’ the Good Samaritans, an ? be
Helpers’ Guild, we got cousiddable
many clubs, after all. Each of em
has a fair an' a couple o’ entertain
So after I had prepared the little
dishes for the tray I ro.’.ed paper into
cones and stood one up over each lit
tle cup.- Then I plan'd a penny fla.g
onto one cone and, lo! I h ad (
pany “D" in camp and sonny and I
went visiting.
We stopped first at th r - captain s
tent (where the flag wag) and be
partook of the treat offered. Then he
went gayly from tent to tent, eagerly
lifting up the paper cones to see what
was beneath.
The next day I made a leg cabin
made up her mind to rise and stum
ble out as she was, when she beard
steps outside and a knock on the
door.
“What Is it?” she asked In response.
“May I come in?”
“Yes,” was the quick answer.
The man opened the door, left It
ajar and entered the room.
“Have you been awake long?” he
began abruptly.
“Not very.”
“I didn't disturb yoji, because you
needed sleep more than anythiug else.
How do you feel?”
“Greatly refreshed, thank you.”
"And hungry, I suppose?”
“Very.”
“I will soon remedy that. Your
foot?”
“It seems much better, but I—”
The girl hesitated, blushing, "i can't
get my shoe on, and—"
“Shall I have another look at it?”
“No, I don’t believe it will be neces
sary. If 1 may have some of that lini
ment, or whatever it was you put on
it, and more of that bandage, 1 think
1 can attend to it myself, but, you see,
my stockings and my boot—”
The man nodded; he seemed to un
derstand. He went to his cracker box
chiffonier and drew from it a long,
coarse woolen stocking.
“That is the best that 1 can do for
you,” he said.
“And that will do very nicely,” said
the girl. “It will cover the bandage,
and that Is the main thing."
The man laid on the table by the
side of the stocking another strip of
bandage torn from the same sheet. As
he did so, he noticed the picture. He
caught it up quickly, a dark flush
spreading over his face, and holding
it in his hand, he turned abruptly
away.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
ments a year, so there’s something go
in’ on a good deal o : the club time,
even if the club movement ain’t bit
us very hard yet.”—Judge.
The Mind Reader.
He gave a marvelous performance
in the Myrtle room at the Waldorf
hyphen-Astoria—could tell blindfolded
what card you drew- from the pack,
could hold you by the hand and open
a book to the very passage you were
thinking of, and could find rings and
> Ins hidden in impossible places, all
by mental process.
After the entertainment the marvel
ous mind reader stood In the lobby
at the cloak-room door, and made a
big row.
“I’ve mislaid that measly hat check
you gave me,” be shouted, “and I
can't find my hat anywhere. If some
body don’t get it for me without fur
ther delay I’ll sue for damages!”
Eager for Cupid’s Business.
Justice John F. Boyer of Evanston.
111., is not to have a monopoly of the
larrving business of that Chicago
suburb simply because he offers to
marry free of charge girls who “pop
the question” during leap year. Jus
tice Samuel Harrison, of the same
suburb, has announced that he will
give a pound of tea free of charge to
every couple he marries. Further
rate cutting is expected.
- *
Much In the Minority.
Many men ask more than they are
entitled to, but the number getting It
Isn’t large.—Atchison Globes
out of toasted bread strips piled log
cabin fashion. It inclosed a cup of
beef tea, which he drani because it
was presented in a way that appealed
to his imagination.
We played soda fountain and he
paid for his hot drinks with toy
money, and thus I accomplished my
purpose without friction. —Harper’s
Bazar.
A woman purrs at berne t-nried
kitten but scratches when called a
cat
CAMPAIGN IS HAVING EFFECT
Already the Death Rate From Tuber
culosis Is Showing a Gratifying
Decrease.
In certain cities, such as New York,
Boston, Cleveland and Chicago, and
in states like Massachusetts, Rhode Is
land and Connecticut, the decline In
the death rate from tuberculosis Is
more marked than in the countr? at
lurge, which declined 15.7 par cant, in
the ten years from 1901 to 1910. The
National Association for the Study and
Prevention of Tuberculosis says that
there are many factors working to
gether to cause the decline in the tu
berculosis death rate, such factors as
the change in the character of our ur
ban population, increased sanitation,
and better housing, but probably as
potent a factor as any has been the na
tion wide anti-tuberculosis campaign.
“It may be foretold with considerable
certainty,” the association says, “that
when the effects of the present rapid
ly increasing provision for the care of
tuberculosis patients shall have be
come evident, the decline In the death
rate from consumption in the coming
decade wi *ven more marked than
that in the lon. one.”
PHYSICIAN ADVISES
CUTICURA REMEDIES
“Four years ago I had places break
out on my wrist and on my shin which
would itch and burn by spells, and
scratching them would not seem to
five any relief. When the trouble first
began, my wrist and shir itched like
poison. I would scratTi those places
until they would bleed tefrre I could
get any relief. Afterwards the places
would scale over, and the flesh un
derneath would look red aud feverish.
Sometimes It would begin to itch until
it would waken me from my sleep,
and I would have to go through the
scratching ordeal again.
Our physician pronounced It “dry
eczema.” I used au ointment which
the doctor gave me, tut it did no good.
Then he advised mo to try ihe Cuti
cura Remedies. As this trouble has
been in our family for years, and is
considered hereditary, I felt anxious
to try to head it off. I got the Cuti
cura Soap. Ointment and Pills, and
they seemed to be just what I needed.
“The disease was making great
headway on my system until I got
the Cuticura Remedies which have
cleared my skin of the great pest.
From the time the eczema healed four
years ago, until now, I have never felt
any of Its pest, and I nm thankful to
the Cuticura Soap and Ointment which
certainly cured me. I always use the
Cuticura Soap for toilet, and I hope
other sufferers from skin diseases will
use the Cuticura Soap and Ointment.”
(Signed) Irven lutchlson, Three Riv
ers, Mich., Mar. 16, 1911. Although
Cuticura Soap and Ointment are sold
by druggists and dealers everywhere,
a sample of each, with 32-page book,
will be mailed free on application to
| “Cuticura,” Dept. L. Boston.
Her Natural Protector.
“O Clara, we had a dreadful scare
this morning, a burglar scare!" said /
Mrs. Fink. “There was a frightful
noise about two o’clock, and I got up.
I turned on the light and looked dowu,
to see a man's legs sticking out from
under the bed.”
“Mercy, how dreadful! The burg
lar’s?”
“No, my dear, my husband’s. He
had heard the noise, too.”--Youth’s
Companion.
Cuts Down Sentw.'.ce.
Slllcus —Do you believe in long en
gagements?
Cynlcus —Sure. The longer a man
is engaged the less time he lias to be
married.
T° • ay young or to grow young, Garfield
Tea can help. It rejuvenated both in looks
and energy.
Freedom is won through hard obe
dience to the truth. —William James.
WOMAN SICK
TWELVE YEARS
Wants Other Women to Know
How She Was Finally
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, but complete restor-
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pains at monthly periods, bilious spells,
and was getting worse all the time. 1
would hardly get over one spell when 1
would be sick again. No tongue can tel!
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times I could hardly walk. The doctors
said I might die at one of those times,
but I took Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta
ble Compound and got better right away.
Your valuable medicine is worth mort
than mountains of gold to suffering wo
men. ” —Mrs. Bertha Muff, 503 N. 4th
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Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com
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and to-day holds the record of being the
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If yon want special advice write to
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